I don't remember anything else until I woke up holding her in the back of her Suburban. I was shocked and painfully hung over. She dropped me off at m...y house after a painfully silent ride, but kissed me on my way out of the car. The next few days she texted and called me nonstop. When I finally responded a week later she asked me out... I am an average to below average looking guy. This simply does not happen in my world, so I was skeptical and unenthusiastic. After dinner she asked me to come. The cooling precipitation was most welcome on her hot skin after these weeks of unbroken high temperatures. But the summer storm ending this interminable drought had caught her totally unaware. Her bra was left at home as yet another unwanted layer of uncomfortable clothing along with the summer coat which would now have protected her decency. Her ample boobs bounced as she ran, the once opaque formal white dress shirt clung like wet tissue-paper to her flesh as little more than a second skin.. I chose to ignore him. He threatened to have me arrested. He didn’t know that I had the last dying declaration of Agent Gray Stone in which he told me on tape that abut the ‘killing Ed Rogers plan’ that it was sanctioned by the FBI. Since I had the insurance tape I knew we were going to be at a stalemate. Yes, I got Hammer killed, but the FBI plan tried to execute me. Hammer needed it I didn’t. Well I admit that was just my opinion. My card kinda trumped his card. Even if I went to trial for. “I have to admit, I agree with you, but he’s my husband and, you’ve just sucked his cock and, I presume swallowed his spunk?” I was staring at my wife, I had never heard her use language like this, I didn’t know what she was going to do and I was a bit scared. “I know, it was wrong,” Jo replied, “but, if you had been more attentive to him at home he wouldn’t have had sex with me.” My wife suddenly slapped Jo very hard across the face. Jo slapped her back, and I had to get between them to.